You are a stranger to love,I hear, oh hear, my sweet.You are sick of truths,I hear, oh hear, my beautiful.But are you a stone,shattered to pieces,in so many little piecesthat you can't hearthe voices of another,another rock so shattered,who stares at youand thinks,Hear, oh hear, my broken.Meet mewhere water meets tearsand soak me in moss.Moss that only growson broken rocks like you.